Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 267
Michael had tossed the fragment of the Impossibility into the subspace he controlled at will.
Technically, monsters could also enter, but none would be foolish enough to do so without his permission.
āHaahā¦ā
The thought of the Impossibility weighed heavily on his mind.
Michaelās feelings toward the Impossibility were complicated.
That fragment of metal, drenched in Ceciliaās bloodāthe same Cecilia he had hacked apart until she was unrecognizableāhad awakened as if it had drunk her blood, glowing vividly.
And it craved more blood.
Michael had indulged it, bringing it all the blood it demanded. He fed and fed it, day after day.
There was not a single day the Impossibility was not soaked in red.
No matter how far beyond human limits Michaelās strength had grown, it would have been impossible to spend his entire life ceaselessly slaughtering monsters without help from a Purifier, all while remaining human.
In the end, on the day he fully became a monster, the Impossibility activated.
Michael often wondered.
Was the world the Impossibility had led him to truly the right one? A world it had discovered after drinking so much blood?
With that troubling thought, he was about to reach into his subspace whenā¦
Screeeeechā
A deep, grinding noise came from afar, like something colossal scraping across a surface.
It was the sound of worlds colliding, one he knew all too well.
Michael immediately shut the subspace and pulled Irene, who was in his arms, closer.
He looked up at the ceiling of the dungeon.
A long crack stretched across it, and starting from that point, as if someone were prying it apart, the ceiling slowly opened.
A dungeon was a world without a sky, where the concept of sky did not exist.
Yet, through that fissure, a bright moon and shining stars appeared.
Ah.
Stifling a groan, Michael tightened his hold on Irene.
Heās come for her. My Ireneā¦ and his as well.
Still clutching Irene, he waved a hand.
Instantly, the surroundings warped and began to shift.
The scenery kept changing. a purple forest, then a red lake, then a tangle of blue vines.
He traveled through hundreds, thousands of different worlds.
It would be a long while before Ireneās world found its way back here.
āTime is meaningless anyway.ā
Ever since he became a monster, he had paid no mind to the flow of time.
It moved differently now, and he couldnāt truly sense it.
Irene might believe days had passed since they entered this place, but if she returned to her own world, scarcely any time at all would have elapsed.
A few seconds at most. That was the nature of this distorted flow.
Perhaps due to all the movement, or maybe because she sensed they had entered yet another world, the woman, who seemed like she would sleep much longer, slowly opened her eyes.
Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she gazed at the man beside her.
Since arriving here, Michael had not once left her side.
Which meant Irene, too, had never truly rested.
Michael looked at her body.
From her neck to her ankles, there was no spot on her pale skin that wasnāt marked by him.
Worst among them were her b*****s.
As if he were determined to swallow milk that still hadnāt begun to flow, he had spent entire days with his mouth latched onto her chest.
It was strange. Just as she said, nothing came out.
But for some reason, each time he sucked, it tasted maddeningly sweet, nearly driving him insane.
Not just her chest. Her legs, arms, even her fingers were covered in marks heād left.
He acted as though he would devour her entirely if he could not fully claim her.
āMi, chaelā¦?ā
A ragged voice escaped her lips, no surprise since sheād spent so much time crying.
Having been unable to get sufficient rest, Irene remained in a daze, eyes unfocused as she tried to distinguish dream from reality.
Just seeing her like that made Michael content.
Even after everything heād done, Irene was still here, letting him hold her.
As if she still believed in him, even in this ruined state.
āIrene.ā
He spoke her name softly. Hearing him, she blinked slowly in acknowledgement.
āI have caused you suffering.ā
A confession. An apology for the past.
